“To Rise”- A Verse for Women’s day



It’s a dream ,

 A simple wish

Neither jewels fancy me

Nor the glitter of being rich…

As a tiny colourful bird,

I want to wing my feathers

Spreading in the open air

To hover over the colourless ocean…

 

Clipped , chained,

I lay in tethers

In the dark abyss

The dust of nostalgia

Suffocating my nostrils…

 

From ages , restrained I am

Crumpled like a rose ,petals crushed,

Oh! Who doth seen ,

The blood that oozes

When Iam strangled within my shelter…

 

Buried beneath the fire ablaze

Watch the smoke moving high

Kisses it ,the clouds white…

I await…to be born again..

from the ashes of the pyre…

Like a phoenix ..of modern times.

 

The Grey Shawl!


Beneath the grey shawl

I still shiver and tremble,

It shrouds my figure

Yet is devoid of the warm ensemble.

 

Sparingly I look up

Or try to search

The tattered shawl needs a mend

Few stitches shall repair the imperfect shred.

 

With a needle of courage

A thread of hope

I hide the patch and refurbish

It’s a new wrap in possession

The old torn is nowhere…

Water wont seep in

through the pores of this mantle ever…

From the pen of a woman!


I burnt the effigy of the old customs
Is it  a sin,
amidst the snowy chilled world Iam standing,
Grant me thy courage to withstand
And  forbear the ransom
That which strangles my existence….
 
I , born to be thus,
A silent crusader,
A life long fighter,
What shall then
stop my battle…
behold, I watch the world mutely,
beware!
my ink  screams with utmost intensity!
 
The  pen  dwells through my veins
narrating the tale of agony and miseries!
does the splendid  ink speak of glory
or stories magnanimously  told as lie!
 
whatever it  echoes , it shall resonate
the sordid  reality
of   mankind!

O! Thundering clouds!


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O ! thundering clouds!

shower ! rain thy selfless love today!

in pain dances the alluring peacock…

amidst the jungle ,camouflaged

restless is its heart and the storming weather!

gazing at the grey clouds above

it awaits thy ecstatic drizzle

tired feet ,ache

as endless,becomes the  terpsichore…

The salve to the dreary feet

whilst it moves to the lilting tunes

is in your drops ,O ! sailing clouds!

Rain !

The peacock awaits today for your shower!

In Silence


 

in the echoes of silence

resonates the music

played by

eternal Divine…

contemplates the soul

in whispers

the actions of

I, as whole …

 

walks the human

on the path given

as directed by

his conscience and Divine…

 

THE GOLDEN FISH


When the running brook sang

lilting tunes of magic

the air danced on beats rhythmic…

 

sprung ,up & down,

forth in the stream,

the golden fish in ecstasy…

 

she glided,she swimmed

wading through waters

midst the valleys and hills…

 

around the rocks

ov’r the stones…

on reverberating notes…

 

whilst in the exhilarating journey

the golden fish of a simple species

lived her life in a  true spirit.

 

 

Silver sky


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I walk under the grey clouds for distances

to get a glimpse of the silver sky,

where the golden ray strikes and pierces through

on the dead patch of ground on earth

darkened since long!

Like a fountain !


Like a fountain of selfless love
I dispersed the atoms of life
emptying my heart
filling yours every time…
 
immersed in the gigantic hugeness
of thy persona
I shyly stood in the shadow
of being humble to the divine.
 
What is of me ! I ne’er cared
for  loved ones I died and cared,
Spray ! eternal fountain
thy shower of fragrant mist
infuse in me the strength and
endurance to sustain!
 
 
 
 

The Final meet


the earthly pastels saw the morning dawn,
when the lush green meadows
ran through the long stretches...
met the flowing brook whilst on their way
...little flowers bloomed and kissed
the charming sway.

the tiny weeds along the path
brushed and saw the new grasses born...

and far away a cry reaches another ear,miles apart
across thousand seas, under the vast stretched sky
echoing semblance of loved thoughts
singing epics of the eternal bond ...

here arrives on the heart of the ultimatum
on the verge of the universal sphere
in the aura of the pristine atmosphere
under the colours of the azure
amidst the fragrance of thousand jasmines
the final meet..
the unison of the earthy colours with the golden aureate
destined and predestined to meet...

THE EARLY DAWN


Did the morning dawn knew

I was wide awake the previous night

searching for the luminescent light

that which illumines me forever….

How come  then the sun rose

Earlier than ever

My Lord  must have noticed

my fumbling in the dark

at the odd hours…

HE takes care,HE is concerned,

A thorn pricks me and HE is hurt

So why do  then, I be afraid

Of the long tedious unseen desert

When HE showers the rain of love

When I’m lost and falling with thirst….

This morning dawned

earlier than ever…

HE hath sent the Sun to me,

to guide me through the obscure

and motivate me in every endeavor

infusing strength and vigour…